I guess I've got my freedom. From what? they ask. From you. It came with a price. One I can't yet pay - not that money has anything to do with it. People say talk is cheap, but it isn't. It cost me you.
Narcissistic bastard that's what you are... I loved you... Should have known better You, with your smug, all-knowing smile.... Well....fuck you.... You never knew me.... And now... You never will.
Is it possible to be whole? Not fractured or torn in pieces like a statue or an old rag? A broken toy can be mended, but what about a broken spirit? Can a soul be rejuvenated - made to sing again? There is a simple answer - yes. YES.
Looking in the mirror as dusk draws nigh I see a fading ghostlike figure I no longer recognize. As I gaze at the image it grows blurry, obscure and disappears into oblivion.
Walls of doubt enclose grey clouds of endless sorrows. Will it ever end? Or will I breathe forever the choking smoke of guilt?
My world is black as the night sky in winter. A hunger gnaws at my heart until my soul is eaten away. There is nothing left. I search for light but find only darkness. Lost. Gone. Dead.
Eyes stare back at me from the still pool of water. Tiny balls of glass fall from the dark skies above. The mirror shatters.
You want to run You want to hide To wish the world away. Take all the hurt Take all the pain I pray you take it all away You pray for calm You pray for peace You pray for silence for a change The more you fight and the more you resist The quicker you … Continue reading The Only Way Out (2010)